Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

It seemed a little too cocky and obvious to be so dismissive of the danger. "Duchess, I think we should hurry. Whoever it was could still be in the palace. If Rowan is a target, you're at risk too," I informed her. I knew she wasn't at risk. I knew she wasn't a target. And of course, she knew she wasn't in any danger. But apparently, she wasn't sly enough to keep up appearances. "I'm not worried. Last time, they only seemed to want Rowan. I'm sure it's the same this time around too." She paused in front of her door, waiting to confirm that I was done talking with her.

She had saved me. My throat tightened as I thought about it. Her sacrifice had been so sudden, so unexpected, that I still hadn’t fully grasped it. For all the pain she had caused, for all the mistakes she had made, in the end, she had given us the chance to keep fighting. The rogue king’s words echoed in my mind as I think of Rowena’s sacrifice. “She planned this! She planned this all along!” Rowena has always been a scheming and cunning woman. She would do even the most despicable thing just for her survival.

she gasps, reaching out to touch me. “You’re bleeding! Javier has been hard on you again, hasn’t he?” She chuckled, patting my bruised shoulder. “My, my! Of course, he has! He never loves you but me after all! Not to mention you’re also giving that mistake as his offspring! Seriously, Rowena, why did you accept the bond and give birth to that cripple? That nuisance can’t even r—”

Heath would have said more, but the man returned with their bottle at that moment. Through the uncorking ritual, Heath watched her. Rowena’s delicate fingers grasped the stem of her glass flute, settling the rim between her lush lips, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top. Her disproportioned mouth was a little imperfection Heath liked. Something that made her delightfully unique. Her pale throat worked over a mouthful of the bubbling wine as her eyes scanned the oversize menu before her. How this woman had gotten through the past five years without touching a man, let alone sleeping with one, he couldn’t figure out.

She would be damned if she let any of these witches lay a hand on her again. Pauline launched forward and Joanne braced to protect herself, but Rowena stopped her daughter’s advance with a raised hand before taking a step towards Joanne, crossing her arms in front of her chest, a smirk on her face as the tall woman bent down just a little to look into Joanne’s defiant eyes. “You have decided to stop the perfect wife and daughter-in-law act now that the Knight heir is growing inside you, huh?” “I don’t put up acts.” Joanne gritted out, her eyes panning to Serena’s face which was contorted in rapt fascination. “There is only one actress in this room.”

The prospective soldier who praised Rowena's beauty immediately covered his mouth because he realized he had acted impolitely. Riley also knew about the princess. Rowena was the eldest daughter of King Keannu and Queen Monica who was still around 18 years old. The princess rarely appeared in public and King Keannu was known to protect his daughter from news hunters so that the people of Ans De Lou didn't know much about Rowena Wellington. Riley no longer looked at the princess and chose to walk more precisely so that he could arrive at dormitory two where he would be staying more quickly. After walking for almost twenty minutes, he and the prospective soldiers who lived in dormitory two arri

In the underground vault, Rowena—no longer that girl Daisy knew—walked barefoot across the chamber floor, wrapped in a white coat with steel cuffs at her wrists. Her eyes were strange now. Deep, unnatural. Marked with something old. Maeron watched warily. “You said she’s not a godspawn.” “She’s not,” the cloaked figure said. “She’s worse.” Rowena turned, looking directly into the feed where they were being observed. She smiled.

"Lily, is it true then? Did Alpha Denver leave Miss Winter for you; his mate?" Rowena questioned me with confused, grey eyes. "Miss Winter?" I retorted, not at all recognizing the name. "Winter, Alpha Denver fiance... The girl you just told off?" She asked, looking at me with a puzzled stare. "Oh, that's her name? Well I've only ever heard of her, but I guess it makes sense..." I trailed off. "Makes sense?" Rowena pressed, not liking my vague attitude.

Came Rhona. "Good then. But we need to hurry fast." The witches nodded. "I heard Rowena have aligned herself with the enemy Darwin" William added. Everyone faces became more serious, even the air in our midst turned grave cold. I affirmed. "So we've been told." This clearly changed everything. Rowena and Darwin together was pretty well...much to take in. After so many years have passed, we finally heard of her. She's back now and no doubt here for trouble. And now it's turns out she wants my mate.

Oh…well, I guess I wasn’t expecting this. In another corner of the tent, opposite my bed, was another bed with someone lying there. The thud I heard was Rowena, who fell on her knees. Her head bowed down, both her hands above her head, clutching the hand of the person lying on the stretcher. Rowena is a beautiful lass. She is of tiny yet muscled frame, in a skimpy black and purple skirt that reveals her muscled yet feminine legs. Her little cami shirt with a deep v-neck cut exposes her swan-like neck, full of some strange necklaces that send some kind of voodoo-tribal-don’t-messs-with-me-because-I-do-the-black-magic kinda vibe. She has a pile of piercings on her nose, eyebrows and ears. The